A man at work, making something which he feels will exist because he is working at it and wills it, is exercising the energies of his mind and soul as well as of his body. Memory and imagination help him as he works.

Give me love and work - these two only.

And the deeds that ye do upon this earth, it is for fellowship's sake that ye do them.

Slayer of the winter, art thou here again? O welcome, thou that bring'st the summer nigh! The bitter wind makes not the victory vain. Nor will we mock thee for thy faint blue sky.

The past is not dead, it is living in us, and will be alive in the future which we are now helping to make.

Love is enough: though the world be a-waning, And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining.

A pattern is either right or wrong...it is no stronger than its weakest point.